Home again, home again, jiggidy jig...

Phwee, made it past the post in one piece and am now at home. Joy. Physically feeling pretty chemoed-out, body swimming in poison, lacking in energy and spirit and feeling way too fragile. Not me really. Miss just getting up and going. How good that was to be able to do: get up and go. How precious. But just like Joni Mitchell sings, "... you dont know what you got till its gone"... Fingers crossed that this chemo 2 is skewering the munching lueki-buggers like no tomorrow. My garden still awash with colour, bright red sweet peas and and dark blue morning glory romping all over the place. Gives me real pleasure. I stand out there in the morning and drink it all it. Perhaps in another life I should have been a gardener. Hopefully get to see some of you in this more normal environment, instead of being glued to a hospital bed. Thanks to all of you who made the trip into Guys this time - Jules great to see you and x for my box of goodies (wearing socks as write this). Cracking sunlight just split through heavy blue grey clouds over forest hill roof tops. Sharp and brilliant. Luigi watering the garden. Plane flying overhead on its way to Heathrow, Radio 4 muttering, lazy wasp buzzing against the window pane. Easy.